Exactly 7 weeks into this pregnancy and nausea is a constant feeling, as well as random spurts of drowsiness as if I’ve been taking shots of Nyquil. Ah, the glorious symptoms of 1st trimester, how I’ve not missed you.
Baby #2, you are the size of a raspberry now, but my stomach insists that you must be the size of a cantaloupe. To those who don’t know me better, I will say it’s due to Baby #2, but anyone wiser knows that I’m always constantly stuffing my face with terrible, albeit delicious, foods. I’ve been telling myself that I will stick out breast-feeding a lot longer this time around, and hopefully will benefit from the weight loss that comes along with it. And maybe, as a last resort, I’ll consider adding some fruits and veggies to my diet. Who knows, maybe I’ll crave something other than boba tea and chips.
This past weekend was a little bit of an overwhelming one for me. Alex was working in the garage all day Saturday for our barn door that I’d like to have up in time for Novalee’s birthday. It’s not finished yet, but he also had tennis playoffs all Sunday. It was absolutely draining, watching and entertaining this little munchkin, with only half the energy I’m used to. I felt old and cranky, unable to keep up for longer than 2 hour spurts. She also wasn’t a fan of napping much this weekend either, which made the day feel even longer. It’s also making me worry for when Baby #2 will be here–how am I going to keep up with two of them? Alex tries to calm me down by saying Novalee will be a year and a half by then, and “easier to handle”, but we don’t know that for sure. And with how much spunk this girl is showing each day, I highly doubt there will be an “easier to handle” time for years to come. As they say, we’ll prepare for the worst and hope for the best.
A friend just sent me this video and has me bawling like a baby. Pregnancy hormones or not, I probably would react the same way. But what a wonderful reminder to cherish each day with Novabean before she’s all grown up.